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T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Everybody was dead, even the mouse.
Santa was strung in the chimney with care
Charred as he hung from his long facial hair.
I sat in the corner, wielding my blade
Laughing with pleasure as I gutted the maid.
When all of the sudden, I heard such a clatter,
I ran down the stairs and slipped on dad's bladder.
I fell down the stairs, and what did I see
But a plump little member of the local P.D.
His eyes; how wide. His scream; how it carried.
I wanted him dead and in a shallow grave, buried.
He told me to halt and he took out his gun
I laughed as he told me to end all my fun.
I ran and I hid under mommy's bed
Mommy was next to me, mangled and dead.
Then he entered the room and without a thought
Saw my dismembered cat and fired a shot.
Poor Fluffy had an oozing hole in her head.
It wouldn't be long before this cop would be dead.
My knife slit cleanly through the leg of his pants
And he bent over in a fit of foul rants.
He dropped his gun and it fell next to me
So I pulled the trigger and blew away his knee
I fired again and shot him in the chest
And although it was fatal, I refused to rest.
He coughed up some blood and then passed out
So now there was no point in cutting his throat.
I couldn't enjoy it without the fight.
To kill without struggle just didn't seem right.
But I gutted him anyways and chopped off his head
I painted the floor in bright Christmas red.
Then I laid in my bed and closed my eyes.
I dreamt of my victims and all of their cries.
Now there's no more of my tale to tell,
And if you didn't like it, you can all burn in hell.
---THE END----
I was watching the Nightmare Before Christmas, Then Jason movies..so yeah >.>
